there comes a time..

when silence is not wanted

when i want a certain choice of noise which i may never have it like before

so i look back at the past happy moments

but those moments ended up in pain

but really, those moments have a greater share in the fun part

wat was i looking back? Back to the time when i was pubbing with my friends in Germany. I couldn't see much through my tipsy-eyes but all i saw was grinning faces and loud guffaws - why are they so friendly? i remembered thinking when i was sitting there. Though i can't understand a word they were saying, beer helped to break our language barrier (hurray for alcohol-tolerance!). If i have the chance i'd pub again with them - alles, PROST!!!!

ah..just hope that renovation's over that class resumes once more..but first...i need to brush on my Japanese and the script which the teacher gave us